What lingers in his distant memory is the knowledge of a spring that will not yet come for many years. The only self who knows that scent is the self who knows it not just yet. If his life is a chimera, for whom did he endure all these years?
How strange...
...هذا غريب
Etwas ist merkwürdig.
Qué extraño...
Qué extraño...
Il y a quelque chose 
d’étrange.
C'è qualcosa di strano...
Que estranho...